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You know how,
after it rains,
my father told me one
August afternoon when I struggled with something
hurtful my best friend had said,
how worms come out and
crawl all over the sidewalk
and it stays a big mess a long time after it’s
over if you step on them?

Leave them alone, he went on to say, 
after clearing his throat, 
and when the rain stops, 
they crawl back into the ground.

-Dan Gerber


Serious case of the Mondays?


Serious case of the Mondays?

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Moral Mondays affecting votes? | MSNBC

My mom was on MSNBC tonight. What does your mom do?

Ordinary things

My smart little sister says that people are wrong when they talk about how you need to be brave to get out of your comfort zone, travel, and see things. The travel and perspective–the escapism, really–are a privilege. The real courage is needed at home, where the ordinary things don’t change unless you work to make them so, where you face old demons and new challenges, and where you can’t just get on a plane to the next destination.

-The Yellow House

Errol Morris, on Donald Rumsfeld's contradictions, to the Dinner Party Download

  • Q: You said, you can’t really know yourself. You ask yourself questions and it seems like you should be getting legitimate responses back. And yet, you can’t really trust them.
  • EM: You think, you know, my brain is sitting inside of my head. I should have some kind of special access to it. But it’s not clear.
  • Q: Why does it surprise you so much that Rumsfeld, perhaps, doesn’t see his own internal contradictions?
  • EM: I see internal contradictions all over the place, in my own case. For better or worse, I’m always aware on some level of what I’m saying and how it will be viewed by others. I worry about it.

Mipso - Carolina Calling


Don’t Hesitate

“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don’t Hesitate)”

― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems


"The word hustle to me is not just at one level. … What interests me is all the levels of, ‘when are we kidding ourselves? When does hustling actually get you through the day?’ Whistling in the dark, you know what I’m saying? That’s a great skill to have. … I find that interesting, the stories we tell ourselves in order to motivate ourselves, to feel positive or negative. … Negative thinking or negative stories or cynicism is a luxury that some people simply can’t afford. In fact, I can’t afford it and I don’t think it’s the greatest thing in the world for anybody to afford. I’m happy to hold the ground of sincerity, and romance, and wish and love and trying. … Is that a con, is he conning himself? … I’d rather have a surplus of faith that keeps me inclined upwards."

David O. Russell on Fresh Air



"We think first
Of vague words that are synonyms for progress
And pair them with footage of a high-speed train.

Is doing lots of stuff
That may or may not have anything to do with us.

See how this guy in a lab coat holds up a beaker?
That means we do research.
Here’s a picture of DNA.


Each night, in a space he’d make
between waking and purpose,
my grandfather donned his one
suit, in our still dark house, and drove
through Brooklyn’s deserted streets
following trolley tracks to the bakery.

There he’d change into white
linen work clothes and cap,
and in the absence of women,
his hands were both loving, well
into dawn and throughout the day—
kneading, rolling out, shaping

each astonishing moment
of yeasty predictability
in that windowless world lit
by slightly swaying naked bulbs,
where the shadows staggered, woozy
with the aromatic warmth of the work.

Then, the suit and drive, again.
At our table, graced by a loaf
that steamed when we sliced it,
softened the butter and leavened
the very air we’d breathe,
he’d count us blessed.
-Richard Levine